Sunday, August 30, 2009

Where Is My Mind

I woke up feeling so groggy this morning. A day after if you will. I'm so tired. I Feel Like Singing...

With your feet in the air
and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it,
yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?


Way out in the water

See it swimmin

I was swimmin in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock

Except the little fish

But they told me,
he swears

Tryin to talk to me
koi koy

Where is my mind?


You see, yesterday was my Dad's birthday. He would have been 82 years old. It was the first time in my entire life that we did not go home and celebrate Daddy's birthday.

Daddy loved his birthdays and his Fathers Days... and every day that he got to spend "looting up" on gifts and enjoying time with the love of his life (Mom) and his children. We always looked forward to the same with them.

My cousin Gary also shares a birthday with my Father... August 29th. There have been get-togethers in the past where they celebrated together. One of those was only a few years ago.

Ahhh celebrations past.

Yesterday, Gary's daughters had planned a big "50th" birthday party for them. We were invited, so I drove my aunt and my mother there, Mr. J joined us. I took my camera and did my best to keep my smile charged up while capturing the lovely moments and memories for a family who still has both their parents... who has yet to meet the fork in the road where you have to bid your closest travel mates goodbye.

Mom did the best she could too, but I could tell how much she was hurting on the inside... wishing she was still home making the day special for our Dad... we were hurting on the inside too, my sister and I... It never goes away... it just gets more distant.

Birthdays mean nothing anymore to those who have passed on, they are celebrating for other more beautiful reasons now than being born into a world like this one. They are whole again and although they celebrate now, it is not in the same traditions as we still carry on in their name. They remember when reminded by our grief. It's not something I want to continue, but this human state that I am in makes the conditions more favorable for grief, loneliness, pain and to a degree some materialism.

I've said it before, I'm a work in progress... we all are.

So, even though he probably wished he could 'get it through our thick skulls' that he was indeed having a great birthday and he really was there to celebrate with us, and right there in our hearts, we went on surrounded by the fog and honored the date, in our own ways.

Therefore, I will just say a quick and quiet "Happy Birthday Daddy"... you know we love you and miss you every second and will see you one of these days. We're comforted by the many, many birthdays and special occasions though in the meantime in which you made our lives so magical and special.

Yes, with my feet in the air
and head on the ground
I asked myself again
Where is my mind?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Sleepless In A Van Down By The River

I took my melatonin last night by 7:00 p.m. in an effort to be ready for bed so I would feel like getting up in time for the gym this morning. Mr. J made Asian-style Ahi Tuna, and I made a low-carb cheesecake, and all seemed according to plan except for the fact that I accidentally used Coconut flour instead of Almonds for my crust... It left me as cotton mouthed as the Sahara!!

Although I am usually unaffected by caffeine consumption, I had drank too much Coke Zero... perhaps that's why I tossed and turned all night and couldn't manage to go to sleep. I flipped and I flopped to no avail. Layed on my stomach... turned on both sides. Then I got back in 'tv' position and ended up watching the movie Elizabeth (about Queen Elizabeth I of England).

Finally I guess I drifted off... because 5:00 a.m. came wayyy too early, and I got up and forced myself to go ahead and hit the gym, #1 because I really want to keep it up and #2 because I despise landing in Mr. J's wrath whenever he thinks it's my fault that we hit snooze one too many times and don't wake up in time... His tantrums sure can suck.

It's weird that I can have so much trouble falling asleep on a work night when if I was at home at say, 2:00 in the afternoon I could easily doze off for a perfect nap.

It's been a tiring week, to say the least... I have too many things to do and keep up with and can't seem to get ahead or feel accomplished (not a plea for advice, just a rant, kthx).

Another funny thing I did was I participated in yesterday's WWC (Weekly Words Challenge), but I did the wrong week. I thought about correcting it or at least adding to it by including the correct keywords, but I honestly lack the energy... sorry! Thanks Jayman for letting me know though.

So here I am, sleepier than hell on a Wednesday afternoon and trying to keep my head off the keyboard.

A bunch of stuff has annoyed me lately, but I can't quite think of it all right now... I hate that, I need to carry a digital recorder and just record every thought that pops into my head.

Sick-n-Tired-Of-Bein-Sick-n-Tired!!! Haha... Later Duds... I mean Dudes.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

8 and Earth (WWC)

Late and short and to the point... It's WWC day. I have not been doing well at this because of lack of creative time. Things have been just too hectic and stressful with work and other issues. I am hanging in here though...

Today's words are "8" and "Earth" (Thanks Tink!! WWC Now Brought To Us By Facebook) ;)

Here goes:


Mom, Cranking the Same Classic V-8 Truck She Used
To Drive Me To Elementary School... Dig That!


Peanut Butter and Jelly, a Down-To-Earth Snack!



My Bike, "Jimi" Always Brings Me Down To Earth When I'm Upset


Bonus Photo: "Tornado-Bound Sky"

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Lather Rinse Repeat

“I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.” ~Stephen Hawking

It's Sunday night... I wish I had the time to throw down a really long blog entry, not that anyone would really read it. I really don't have the time anyways since it is kinda late and I have to watch True Blood before konking out for the night... so there.

Amidst the muck of all things human and putrid, where the rude asshole reign and the stupid people continue to be allowed to breed, there are glimmers of hope that allow me deep sighs of tranquility.

Just like today, for instance, I got a decently early start, rode my bike down to Mom's in a great temperature... it stayed in the 80s pretty much. It felt so good outside. Once again, the "Bob Ross Paintings" zipped by, one after one... (Bob Ross Paintings, that's what I have come to affectionately call the scenery that I pass when I elect to be blissful and take the long route). The long way home never disappoints me.

Enjoyed my visit with Mom of course, had coffee, had a snack, took some lovely photos around town and then headed home in even cooler temps. I stopped by the store to pick up lemons and a few things. Then took the scenic way from there on to home... the smell of grass, kudzu, honeysuckle and smoke in the air from people burning various things, and maybe cooking out had my mind reeling... I swear I almost felt 15 again just from the nostalgia.

The scent of motors, oil and smoke as well, always remind me of Daddy.

I miss my Dad terribly, he is not here anymore to comfort me after long weeks of hard work and stress, here in spirit, but still, understanding that is a process for everyone.

My Mother is so depressed and so lonely with the exception of spending a few nights switching up nights staying with her only remaining sister (well speaking sister), and her small group of scattered visitors, that it kills my soul sometimes because I feel her sadness on such a deep level. I miss her too. I miss everything about my home growing up, but I know that those phases are gone and we all have to learn to move forward, even if baby step by step.

As much as it feels strange, and as much as it hurts to be in a home that was once filled with cheer and good vibes, I cannot stay away and leave Mom totally alone. I really wish I could set things up where she could move in with me, or for us to move close to her, but it's not "doable" right now, and she wouldn't agree anyway. Even that would probably be a small consolation for years of love and partnership now gone.

I just get very frustrated because all I want to do is "FIX" things and make them better, and in a situation like that, I know that I can't. It's not my place to take away her pain or grief... but as a loving daughter I do what I can to try to at least be there for her... She needs all the company she can get. When I can't be there, I try to call her and at least tell her I love her because she needs that too... I can't imagine the pain exactly because I haven't been through the loss of someone I loved and cared for over 40something years (yet). My day might come one day, if I am lucky enough to have such a gift as they did (so far I think I do). Until then, I just learn how it feels to lose a wonderful parent, which is hard enough on any given day...

No two people have the same exact pain, but does it hurt any less? It's a very personal thing, and we should all treat each other with kindness... you really never know the battle of each soul you encounter in this violent universe... Just sayin.

It is so easy for all of us to stay wrapped up in our own little bubble and not care about anything else. It's easy to pretend that our own little reality is all that there is. This is not the case... there is so much more out there than we know. Our minds are so small, and most of us are so afraid to open them up.

We're missing out on a lot of amazing things just by refusing to "see", believe that.

Sometimes all it takes it one little miracle to open our eyes.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Luck Be A Lady

Well, I went for it. I finally bought a Powerball ticket yesterday. Suffice it to say, as I am still here, that I apparently did not win the jackpot. I just knew that I was going to be a millionaire come today... but as usual, nothing. Surprise for me... again, nada.

Luck, except where it counts, has never been a big friend of mine. The reason that I say "except where it counts" is because I try hard to think positively about these things, and try to count my blessings and all that. I have honestly gone through a ton of weird ordeals in my life, and have been in situations that could've ended rather badly, but 'where it counts', I have been watched over, protected and taken care of.

But I never, ever get any unexpected windfalls, or win anything, or just stumble into greatness. I know people who do though, my husband for one has superior luck in just about anything he does.

A friend of mine who must remain nameless that stumbled on some curiously good luck lately, just in time when she needed a positive outcome. That's a good thing. If she reads this, she needs to know that I began this post before I heard of her good fortune also... this post was not "sparked" by her news.

I am happy for people when they have this type of good luck, I swear I am. But, why do prosperity and good fortune seem to elude me? I try to have a good attitude, even though I know it is a daily struggle for me. I think that my heart is (mainly) in the right place, and when I help someone, or do a good deed, I do it without thought to hoping that I will get rewarded.

If we manifest our good fortune, and attract great things because of our thought process, I can understand my troubles I guess. Maybe I don't make enough effort to be truly positive and have things go my way. If going through pains and negativity is part of a lesson, I understand that too, but I promise you God and the Universe, I comprehend and I would pass the pop quiz on it all right now!

When is it my turn to experience joyous gifts of luck and positive changes? What am I missing? What do I have to do?

Maybe I was a terrible person in a past life, or maybe I'm just still being punished for the time my Sister Vickie and I went to Fitzgerald's Casino and I stole coins off the Blarney Stone... I have paid my dues!

I'm just ready for a few things to go my way and for Lady Luck to smile upon me for once. I promise not to waste the good fortune, there are so many things I want to do for those closest to me and in this life but have neither the time, the funds or the resources to get there... to make a real difference.

Luck evidently is a Man since they've always done me wrong. ;)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

What I Am

I used to feel like a bad assed bitch. I really did. Doesn't seem like such a long time ago. But nowadays I feel so empty inside about so many things. I manage to fake myself through my daily grind, but deep down I miss the person I was inside and outside a few years back.

When I listen to all of the songs, they give me glimmer of hope and a spark of what was, and I miss my youth terribly and feel sick to my stomach.

The fault is all my own. I have been lazy and afraid of change. I have lost my ability to be spontaneous and enjoy life for what it is worth, day to day. My philosophies about it, and my desires about it haven't changed. Way deep down, I am still the same person, but I can't seem to reach her, or break out and be free.

I just don't know what to do anymore.

Still trying to play catch up and make the time to get around to everyone's blogs and see what's going on. I am sorry for being so absent lately. I am trying...

Feeling down all of a sudden, sorry.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Feel Good Drag

Friday, August 14, 2009 @ 4:30 p.m.
It's Friday and I can't be glad enough. Earlier I had ideas that I wanted to blog about so maybe I should have waited until later in the evening to sit down to this so I could concentrate and really think more about the points I want to get across.

I'm sure I have a cool post in here somewhere.

[Pause]

Sunday, August 16, 2009 @ 8:00 p.m.
Wow, ok I have certainly blog-slacked again, as I started this post Friday and the weekend hit and I just did not stop really until now. I never had enough time since Friday's beginnings to stop and finish it up, so I will just do that dramatic time lapse thingy and you will enjoy it hehe.

Ok, so what happened between "Somewhere", the [Pause] and now? Let's see, where do I start? It's not that interesting at all really. Friday when I got off work, I guess first we went to grab something to eat, and Mr. J drank about half a bottle of Gentleman Jack, and we stayed up way too late. I was supposed to take my bike to the shop Saturday morning first thing to have them replaced a stripped out bolt on the highway bar piece above my foot brake on the right.

I woke up too late because we didn't get enough rest at all, and was later than I wanted getting the bike to the shop. They said it wasn't going to take them long, so we grabbed some breakfast grub, and picked it back up. By this time we didn't have much time until band practice, so we went home and prepared for that. Saturday night I had planned to go to Mom's and spend the night, Richie was still sleepy so he napped while I drove down and he met me there later.

Geez this is boring stuff. I must make a long story short... because I'm just not 'feelin' it.

We spent the night at Mom's, I broke a blade on her ceiling fan trying to adjust it, then immediately blew her carport light out going to the freezer to get icy-pops (I was on a roll), we watched a movie, I fell asleep, we got up today and went to TG's to meet up with our rider's group and hang out for a little while, and headed back home.

Richie and I split ways when we got to Stateline, and I visited my friend Kim (whom I had planned to have coffee with). It was so hot, however, I elected to forgo the coffee and just sit and chat a spell... once done, I grabbed some "Subway" for supper on the way home and here I am.

Now I am anxiously awaiting True Blood, tonight's episode is going to be good... It is already on, but I record it on Tivo and wait so that I can watch it near bed time. I cannot wait!!! Why am I so addicted to this show?? Then tomorrow my B.F.F. Tamra and I will text each other and have our post-True Blood Monday discussions, which are always much fun... it's like we're 15 hah.

On that note, I am not sure why but the weekend passed off with flying colors, maybe because I haven't really stopped long enough to chill... Maybe I will sleep well tonight, maybe I will wake up with cool dreams to report on tomorrow... that would be fun.

I feel like such a dud... This entry was truly meaningless and not really engaging at all... Oh well.

Oh one thing I can make a note of is that we decided at the end of September to go to the Harley Drag Races in Bowling Green, Ky... This is a cool sounding trip, and supposedly fun and scenic. Looking forward to it... Ok, laterz.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Good Starts

Getting your day off to a good start is important, is it not? For example, my day starts off at its best when I am able to get my exercise first thing in the morning, have a peaceful little breakfast, quick soak in the tub, get ready in peace and then tackle the day.

This morning that was not the case.

Just about 2:00 a.m. I awoke from yet another dream about Slash. It's all fine and good that I dream about him, but this is a man who I met only once, when he was using my back to sign my shirt. I admire him and his talent, but that's about it. He really has enjoyed showing up in my dreams though! So this time, he and my husband (Mr. J) were hanging out and jamming, and drinking tequila. They made ME go and get their tequila (which was a brand called "Pit Viper"). To my knowledge, there is no tequila named Pit Viper, so that was funky. There was more happening around me, but that was the basic jist of it. I sat up in bed, decided to go and pee, then went back to sleep for an a couple of hours I guess.

Mr. J woke up extra early after spilling ice water on himself, so he could not return to sleep. Therefore I was not allowed to either. He asked if I wanted to go ahead and hit up the gym. Then he began poking me in the armpits with his big fat fingers, and agitating me... that was all fine and good until I reacted automatically like anybody would, and reached backwards and slapped at his forehead with what I thought was my fingers. He said I hit him in the forehead with my wedding ring and it started World War III.


He refused to believe that I didn't do it on purpose. Admittedly, I am clumsy about things, and usually bruise myself up a lot on door knobs, or cut myself with knives when slicing onions etc, and I guess to others it's no exception... I swear on my life though, that the ring part was an accident. He has stated this several times about my wedding ring as though it is some sort of weapon I use to slice him from root to tip... You might picture him duct taped in a dungeon being repeatedly poked and cut with my marquee. I just don't understand why I have to have episodes in which I am made out to be some sort of evil warlord bearing deadly diamonds. Is this sane??

I know I have my faults, but deliberately beating my spouse with jewelry is not my bag. Still, he cursed and yelled about this saying that I was lying and that it has happened so many times that he knows I am doing it on purpose. Then he threatened to sell my wedding ring... a ring that I basically begged to finally get, and that I more or less paid for myself, technically. It was a bad start to my day.

Starting the day off with Crazy Fights is not my idea of fun. It's over now, but this type of thing still makes you feel like crap, and makes you want to punch everyone you encounter throughout the day with a smile on their face right in the kisser. It's alright, I'll be ok, by the end of the day I'm sure I will have moved on to some other ridiculous pain.

When I feel agitated in this way, I identify with the character that comedian "Jay Mohr" played in a little movie called "King's Ransom"

I Want To Do This (video below).

I just think it would make me feel better.




PS: Please save the advise if it is going to be something negative or annoying because I don't want to hear it... Just laugh, or cry and move along... thank you and have a nice day.

People just make me crazy sometimes.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Groovy Tuesday (WWC)

Today is Weekly Words Challenge day! Normally, I link this over to the Mighty Tink's blog, but since she has deserted ship as it were, she has moved this over to Our Weekly Words Challenge Group on Facebook! So go there and check it out if you are on Facebook and would like to join in, why not add me as your friend if you haven't already... go ahead. Can you make the cut? haha. j/k

At any rate the process of posting has changed slightly, but each blogger has decided what to do and how they want to go about it, I think many of us will continue to post the pics on our blogs, and then place a link to that in our WWC Facebook Group... seems like a plan. So here we go.

This week's words were "H" and "Fade". I went rather minimalistic on this, rather than cop out completely. As usual, I don't think my photos merit much of an award, but here they are!

"H" is for Hummingbird


Summer Flowers Soon Fade


What else can I say today? It's Tuesday, and as I stated earlier, Tuesdays are not much better than Mondays. Wednesdays are a little better if only for the hump.

Looks a bit rainy today, but everyone knows by now that I like rainy days, so we'll leave it at that.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Depressed Humor

Yeah yeah yeah, I have felt down about family stuff, worries about my Mother and just life in general all weekend long. But when that happens, something usually makes me laugh and gives me a reason to go on.

No matter how weird I feel I look, or how much of a misfit I think I am, there is always someone out there who has it worse than me.

Case in point...



That's all for the moment, they've got me workin big time today, so I'll be in touch, I promise. It's been busier than ever the last few days. I'll report soon!

Friday, August 07, 2009

Nothing But Words

Feels like a good day to do some "thinking". I've been kind of mulling a lot of things over, so I thought I would officially just brainstorm it on out in this blog entry. I do not know what is going to come out yet, but here goes. No illustrations or pics, just a bunch of words. ;)

Some things that I'm liking on:
  • Sleeping late (any chance I get).
  • Watching True Blood
  • Playing World of Warcraft
  • Playing around on Facebook
  • Watching favorite movies I have seen a million times
  • Annoying people with endless quotes from said movies
  • Days that are cooler than 80 degrees
  • Listening to music
  • Finding quiet time where nobody is bugging me
  • Taking hot baths in some kind of bath salts or oil

Some things I hate on:
  • The Daily Grind (a.k.a. S.S.D.D.)
  • Not Winning The Lottery (guess I should actually buy a lottery ticket)
  • Rude People At Drive-Thru Windows
  • Attempts to Manipulate Me By Preying On My Emotions
  • Sink Full Of Dirty Dishes
  • Husband Leaving Unrinsed Dishes To Sour And Stink
  • Finding Said Stinking Dishes (Gag)
  • Feeling Guilty Over My Mom
  • Stupid Drivers or Mean Drivers
  • Getting road rage at said drivers
  • Not being able to find quiet time where nobody bugs me
  • Telemarketers and incessant collections people calling when you have already confirmed (multiple times) that you don't owe them, and/or don't want what they are selling.
  • Dumbasses
  • Crappy Music

I had more on my mind earlier, but alas I didn't jot it down while I was thinking about it so, "POOF!!!" it's gone... Maybe it will return later.

I've been writing lyrics lately, kind of back from my 'writer's block' that I have been experiencing.... I feel a little better, but nothing to write home about just yet. It's constantly touch and go with me... Some days I feel so down and tired and unmotivated I can barely keep my head up, and some days I am functional...

I'm so ready for Fall!

Not sure about the weekend presently, I had plans to try to go to Sunflower Blues Fest in Clarksdale (basically the home of the blues), but we'll see. There are no available rooms now because we didn't plan in time. That's the breaks for being all spontaneous and junk. I do intend to ride my motorcycle around this weekend... It's gonna happen.

Fire alarm went off today at work falsely, and I had to take a leave of the building so that I could retain my hearing... It was annoying. So I went to the gas station, went to the post office and then back thru Wendy's for a Grilled Chicken Caesar salad for lunch. I'm looking forward to supper... lol

How could such good intentions and decent ideas turn into such a "nothing" post?

Good question.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Full Moon Fever

Today's Cancer Horoscope:

It's one thing to be sensitive to other people's needs, but quite another if your happiness is totally dependent on someone else's emotions. The problem with placing the source of your satisfaction outside of yourself is that you cannot alter how anyone feels. However, you can change your attitude, which impacts your response to a situation. In preparation for tomorrow's Full Moon Eclipse, remind yourself that loving others begins with loving yourself.

That's good advice any day... for any of us!

Woke up this morning to the sound of the fan blowing and the weatherman telling his 'predictions' for the day and rest of the week. I haven't been on my bike at all for the last few days either because of the really bad rains of this last week, or the return of the higher heat and humidity that has left us in a sweat once again. I love my bike, but I haven't been in the mood oddly. I have thought about it with a pang in my heart, but my sweat glands fought the good fight. It's only a temporary wane however... I have been fantasizing about the ride.

I got behind a 'Pistolero' on the way to work this morning, and it just made me wish I had ridden too. So there you go, I think I will give Jimi a bath and probably ride very soon, heat or no heat.

Course, as you know I have been watching True Blood (HBO) which is in its second season. The show is based on a book series by Charlaine Harris, The Southern Vampire Mysteries series about a telepathic waitress named Sookie Stackhouse who works in a northern Louisiana bar. Her books (as well as the T.V. series) include quite a number of super natural beings (a.k.a. "Supes") such as the vampires of course, shape shifters and were-creatures, and more. They even have a bit of greek mythology since they threw in the bit about the Maenad (Maryann on the series, Callisto in the book).

As the "were-creatures", werewolves and so forth are usually highly affected by the full moon, and related phases, so are we all. Call it coincidence if you want to, but a lot of interesting things tend to happen around full moon time. Since tomorrow is stated to actually be a Full Moon Eclipse, who knows what might transpire. Hopefully it is a good phase! Time for resolutions to issues, which are greatly welcomed for me, I am ready for some positive phases now. I could certainly use that... It's time to have some fun and stop being so stressed and worried over financial issues and family illnesses. I'm so tired. :(

When we are tired, or sick, or just not feeling good we aren't balanced... our energies, our nutrition, something is off. Our bodies are trying to tell us something and we need to listen to it. We're here for this ride, you might as well take care of your 'vehicle' so you can enjoy it as much as possible... I really try to, it's not always easy.

However, this little article that my B.F.F. Tamra sent me today had some good pointers about a few foods. Check out 10 Foods That May Improve Your Appearance Not only 'appearance improving', but the foods in that article are really good for you in the way of antioxidants and essential fatty acids, for those and many reasons.

Have a happy and healthy Tuesday... watch out for that full moon, and I'll try to be back shortly with my Weekly Words Challenge photos... This weeks words are "H" and "Fade" although I am not sure if Tink is posting one last WWC or not since she is quitting her blog... but anyways, we'll see.

View Weekly Words Challenge Master Participation List.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Shooting Stars

There are certain special things in life, people too that fade away as beautifully as the bright light they shone upon their arrival.

In a way, blogging has become somewhat of a dying art. It had it's "prime" like we all do... a bright, but short rise to, then fall from glory wherein many people did it because it was the latest cyber-fad, everyone else was doing it, or they loved it at first but for whatever reason, they lost their enthusiasm and decided to leave.

We've lost many of our fellow bloggers here and there, when things in their life took more of their time and they weren't able to blog, or when they simply had other interests and just had no desire to do it anymore.

Through blogging, we have met some wonderful, funny and inspirational people. One of those people, Tink of Pickled Beef, has decided to be the next one to fade away. This leaves me with a heavy heart... I have enjoyed so much her Weekly Words Challenge, and being a part of her comment community. She has made us laugh a lot with her 'Daily Hoop Conversations' and her great stories and beautiful photographs of all of her life adventures. Tink, I beg you to stay but if you will not then I officially wish you the best of luck and much health and happiness for you and your family...

Why does it give us a sad feeling?? I guess because it's just one more good thing that inevitably goes away and we have no control over it. We always wish for the good things to eventually come back, but everything has a path and usually anyone with half a brain won't do much "back tracking". I am probably the only weirdo I know that hates change and gets stuck in the past reminiscing so badly. It's just one of my many flaws... I can't help it.

I don't like change, usually it always takes you away from the 'good ol' days' and brings some sort of discomfort or hurt along with it, but I know it's essential for our growth... it is necessary.

I don't know why, but I guess things like this hit more of a personal note for me just because they remind me of all of the changes we have been through in these past years and all of the time that has sped by way too fast... too fast to see. Like those shooting stars, you have to take the time to stop, and pay attention or you miss out on the entire beautiful display...

Of course this ends in a sad song. I wouldn't be me if I didn't try to make you "misty" ;)

Shooting Star - Bad Company


Weekend Update
My weekend was relatively low-key, I spent a great deal of time working on my Korg Triton and perfecting some cool sequences for songs, I usually have a hard time figuring out things on my Triton but with a bit of prodding by Mr. J, and with a bit of forced concentration, I was able to pull through and conquer my instrument. I am actually pumped up a bit and enjoying trying out various effects and adding parts to songs. It's fun. I must also mention that 'Roses on your Piano Are Not As Good As Tulips On Your Organ'... haha (Just thought I'd throw that in there)

Once again, best wishes Tink and everyone have a great week. Later on this week I plan to come back with more great Low-Carb dish ideas to tingle your taste buds.

So look for "Killing Carbohydrates Vol. 2"... coming soon to a blog near you!